Green Witch Novels & Stories

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 201: The World Without Names The sunrise was unlike any Ama had ever seen. It wasn't silver. It wasn't gold. It wasn't blue. It was green. Not the green of forests. Not the green of spring. Something deeper. The color of possibility before it became reality. Ama stood upon the great leaf as it drifted gently downward. The tiny green sprout still rested in her palm.

My eyes focused on Whisper, her essence was bright and shining as the sun in a lavender hue all around her, her eyes were like molten silver as they shimmered and the sword in her hands was one that only a goddess could wield. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched one by one each dark witches head turn towards Alpha Drake, his wolf’s eyes glowing golden and his beasts scales began to darken, his wolfs fur shined and glistened as the sun shone down on it. The dark witch in front of Whisper screamed out in pain, “NO, this is not as it is to be,” I watched as she fought not to look at Alpha Drake.

Wilbur was certain that he was right. After all, Witter and Andre's expressions had changed so drastically after getting the results from the water tests. Despite the fact that the water at Mirya Village being polluted was not caused by the pesticides they had bought from Greensource Corp, Witter had probably also tested another potion produced by Greensource Corp. This was probably an extremely important potion, which meant that the battle the night before had to have been one between the internal staff of Greensource Corp.

, Daniel said, standing up, rubbing his wrists. “You’re welcome”, the witch said “now, to deal with him”. She tugged the pendant off of her neck and started moving it towards the Green Man. Its reaction was immediate and the tree lashed out. “Move!” Lena shouted, diving to the side. Everyone else jumped out of the way as well to avoid the flailing limbs. Lena surged to her feet, pendant clutched tightly in her hand. She shot forward and shoved her hand into the trunk. Glowing green veins appeared, spreading out from where Lena had planted the pendant. They all watched as the Green Man turned into a dormant oak tree. “Another one bites the dust”, Dawn said, moving closer to Lena, slinging an

He had seen lightning carve towers of fire from horizon to horizon. But he had never seen the sky suffer. The call came again, faint but steady. Silver. Green. Threads brushing against his skin, pulling at the edges of his awareness. Distant, but there. He closed his eyes, focusing, chasing the sensation like a drowning man chasing air. Silver cooled him, a balm that steadied his trembling hands. Green anchored him, steady as roots clinging deep in earth. He knew their meaning now. Others. Other witches, bound by the same fate. Bound to him.

she said with a smile. He placed his hand on her healthy baby bump and closed his eyes while he focused. I noticed that Macario’s magic was a very light white color instead of green like Bellamy’s. I was not certain if it was each Witch that had their own coloring or if it was the type of magic they had. I would ask him later because I was very curious about it now.

This occasion is no different. Her gowns are always largely green. This is a expectation because Harvest Moon pack has a green leaf in the coat of arms and the alpha sigil is the Harvest moon coupled with a fertility symbol. Green means fertility, so it is the best representation of the house other than the orange of the harvest moon. Tonight is no different, her dress is a deep forest green velvet.

I whispered, feeling dubious of his suggestion. "There's an herb native to this area only, Juliana. It's strong enough to put them all into comas if they ingest it." Chasel crouched to the floor and began to draw in the dirt with his finger. I joined him, squatting down. "It's shaped like this, and it has a tinge of emerald or chartreuse green on the very edges. Like Sambucus, the majority is so dark green that it almost appears black. The plant is also known as 'Black Beauty'."

A new determination settles in my chest and I shut off the water and get out to dry off and get ready to go to my office and make some calls. (Beth POV) I have been sitting on this log just inside the forest watching as the Goddess goes from wolf to wolf attempting to install wisdom and encouragement. WItches are different. We weren't born from the Moon Goddess and we don’t worship her. We worship the elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. Witches can align themselves with whomever they please, some with packs and with any other species including humans. Most witches practice black or white magic, I prefer grey. I believe that even black magic can be used for good though I am careful with wha

"What if this doesn't work and he dies anyway?" Placing a hand on her back I take a few deep breaths, waiting for her to compose herself. "We won't let that happen," I smile. "You are the best potion master Araminta has ever trained and I," placing a hand on a broken twig of thyme, pour a small measure of power into it, and the shriveled herb springs to life, "I am a natural-born green witch. We'll heal Rudy. And then, we'll save Sly."